Song of Solomon 2: 8-13

I hear my lover's voice.

He comes running over the mountains,

    racing across the hills to me.

My lover is like a gazelle,

    like a young stag.

There he stands beside the wall.

He looks in through the window

    and glances through the lattice.

My lover speaks to me.

Come then, my love;

    my darling, come with me.

The winter is over; the rains have stopped;

    in the countryside the flowers are in bloom.

This is the time for singing;

    the song of doves is heard in the fields.

Figs are beginning to ripen;

    the air is fragrant with blossoming vines.

Come then, my love;

    my darling, come with me.